I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 20 Mica Longevity Prescription, Mouse Captain (for further reading)
The sacrifice is over.

The gods said that the system has not yet been established, and it is only necessary to sacrifice once a year on July [-]th to avoid the invasion of ghosts and gods, so the tribe is relatively relaxed.

"This time the sacrifices are a bit small, and the gods don't say anything. As the people of Yangjian, we should take this as a warning, and we must gather all three sacrifices next time."

"Yes."

Everyone replied.

Zhang Qi asked everyone to retreat, and thought in the dark by himself.

In terms of surnames, most of the Zhang family in this area have the surname Mi, and Zhang is his surname.Now the tribe is Xiong's, he can change his name to Xiong Qi.

Of course, he didn't want to change, and kept the Zhang family for the purpose of inheriting the Zhang family.

What Zhang Qi lost must be brought back with his own hands.

The next day, witnessing the favor of the gods, the people who cut the bear and shared the food gained unprecedented cohesion.

Gradually expand around Danshui.

The savages in this area add up to at least tens of thousands. If they are organized, built houses, opened up barren fields, and settled down, there will be at least a thousand soldiers ready to fight.

In the Sanjing area, the Zuo family had only [-] soldiers, and it was more than enough to take revenge on the Zhang family.

With Tang Ping's help, Zhang Qi gained a lot of unprecedented knowledge.

Management, distribution, manufacturing, organization... In this wild area, even among the big clans, it is all regarded as secret knowledge.

Now it is used to deal with savages, which is simply a dimensionality reduction blow.

Zhang Qi remembered one sentence: Sacrifice and Rong, if two things are done well, one country will be formed.

July [-] has not yet passed, and the outside world is still fighting.

There is a cave deep in the mountains.

Passing through the pitch-black cave entrance, the belly of the cave shimmers with colorful lights, and there are stone tables, chairs, and beds inside.

What glows is a type of mica.

A white-haired old man was sitting in front of the stone seat, carefully grinding mica into powder, and then adding Gongshi, realgar, green onion juice and other materials.

If Tang Ping was here, he would know that the person in front of him was old man Gongsun.

The old man Gongsun is refining a more advanced longevity formula, which is also the foundation of practice.

Mica is the mother of clouds.

The ancient gods and men took it for longevity. Of course, it is impossible to live long by eating mica dry, and it needs to be prepared with special materials.

He is not afraid of others stealing his lessons. It is useless to just watch the process. There is no special way to refine Qi, and it is useless to take mica medicine.

Gongsun Yunzi lived more than 180 years.

He became famous as a young man, and he was quite miraculous. The Jing Kingdom sent people to recruit him many times, but they were rejected one by one. Later, they valued the mountain range of the Zuo family, so they came here to live in seclusion. .

"Cough cough cough..."

At this time, the old man Gongsun coughed violently, his voice was like iron, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and there was a strong sulfurous gas in his blood.

He quickly took the mica, and after a long time, his face was flushed, his complexion improved a lot, and the tattoo on the surface of his skin regained its luster.

He wiped the blood, listening to the howling ghosts and howling wolves not far away, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

"Tang God..."

The name almost popped out through gritted teeth.

The old man Gongsun took out a jade pendant and stroked it carefully, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Time waits for me."

The old man Gongsun sighed.

Cultivation is difficult, if you want to break through, revenge is not easy.

For some reason, he thought of a very interesting young man with excellent understanding.

It's a pity that he is too lazy.

Cultivation itself is a struggle with the sky, not to be missed every minute, time is wasted, and when there is no time, it will be too late to regret.

The person that old man Gongsun was thinking of was lying under the shade of a tree, watching the little frog perform.

The frog threw out the lotus-leaf cap, then jumped up, stepped on the lotus-leaf cap, and jumped three meters forward.

Five times in a row, the frog formed a small dot in the air, and then fell slowly. When it was about to land, it threw out its hat and stepped on it to land smoothly.

"Good! It's too strong!"

Tang Ping stood up and applauded. It would be nice to have a little more adjustment in an ordinary life. There is no point in suffering and feuding all day long.

"Quack quack."

The frog's small eyes flashed a hint of pride.

"Let's rest after eating." Tang Ping took out the ghost rice. After the ghost and the frog finished eating, the frog went back to rest, while Tang Ping looked at the banyan tree without making a sound.

"It seems to have grown a little taller?"

The magnitude is very small, estimated to be less than one centimeter.

As the god of banyan trees, Tang Ping can naturally feel that banyan trees with a height of more than 20 meters will not grow again. Today, they suddenly grow taller. What happened?
I haven't had this kind of situation in the past ten years.

Tang Ping thought for a long time, and suddenly thought of something.

"Could it be that eating the tribute sacrificed by mortals will strengthen the contract?"

Tang Ping thought to himself.

There is only this possibility. He opened his Dharma Eye, and saw the earthy yellow earth air gathering faintly, forming a certain shape, which seemed to be the shape of a dragon.

"Sure enough."

Tang Ping suddenly realized that this is the function of the sacrifice in the yang world.

For ordinary ghosts, the priests in the yang world are a great tonic; for the underground masters, there is an additional function to enhance the contract of the underworld.

As the banyan tree continues to grow, will it break through to the underworld?
What is the function of the underground earth gas forming a serpentine shape?
It seems that Tang Ping's own development of Ming Qi is still superficial, and it's not just as simple as these few functions.

This time the range is smaller, probably because the sacrificial ceremony is not very formal, and it is estimated that Shen Yu will be faster when he has the three animals.

"Speaking of which, next time you conclude a contract with the underworld, can you conclude a land in the world?"

Lord of the earth, master of the earth, isn't the land in the Yangjian also the earth?
Except for the first day of crossing, Tang Ping has never really touched the Yang world, and he doesn't even know about the mortal city and related forces, and knows nothing about it.

Mainly he is a ghost who doesn't want to take risks.

Even if it goes out, it will not run around, stay for a while at most, and go back if no prey comes to the door.

After all, compared to a little profit, he still thinks that the strategy is more important.

Even if they know that human sacrifices can increase the contract and develop something different, they will not rush to take risks and look for opportunities.

As if he could only live for a day or two.

Tang Ping still has more than 100 years to live, and everything is going slowly and steadily.

and so……

"Improve your proficiency first, and then sleep."

Tang Ping entered the cabin.

ding dong ding dong ding dong...

The moment the door was closed, there was a sound of knocking wooden fish outside.

Whoa!
He opened the door, and there was no one outside, the grass and trees trembled slightly, as if something had rushed in.

close the door.

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong... There was a funny sound of knocking wooden fish, and there was even the sound of knocking a copper gong.

This time, Tang Ping did not open the door, and sneaked into the banyan tree with his mind, and saw the outside situation in an instant.

boom!
He suddenly opened the door, only to see ghosts in front of him.

The leading ghost was short in stature, about two heads lower than himself.

It has a round head, a tiger-skin hat, very small eyes, about the size of a mung bean, a black nose, and three black hairs on the left and right sides.

It was actually a mouse spirit, and it was making tiptoe movements at this time.

Beside them are six smaller mouse ghosts, carrying gongs and wooden fish-like musical instruments, surrounded by ordinary ghost soldiers.

ding dong ding dong ding dong...

As the rhythm sounded, the mouse spirit took the lead, and a group of ghosts walked towards the wooden house in unison.

At this time, he bumped into Tang Ping.

"Who are you?" Tang Ping asked.

This is the first time I have seen such a funny monster.

(End of this chapter)